Smolder

Everybody has desires. We all yearn for the fire in our soul to be ignited by something superior. To be embedded by a divine beast which creates deeper meaning in our existence. To extrapolate experiences from people, to connect deeply, to love endlessly, and to play freely. The meaning of life is not to live. It is to unify with other likened minds and share moments that will endure until time ends.

We have all been there. When our eyes meet that person. When you scroll over their physical presence, and feel their aura penetrate your psyche so deeply all you can do is melt. You bury your stare into their brow and smile boldly so as to not give off your hunger. The tango has begun. You sway forward and backward, and laugh and giggle. You edge your finger tips 'mistakenly' over their skin and diligently watch their reaction.

The connection is confirmed. The moments shared have transmuted themselves into heated pheromones, and the reptilian brain now speaks louder than that of the conscious being. Each wants to take what is theirs. They want to become more well acquainted with the scent of the other. Skin on skin. Eye to eye. Pull, push, tease, tug. Learn your fears. Drown your sorrows. The Saviour to each one's soul.